"You're going to get noticed like that."The next morning
"I thought ghosts couldn't touch cold iron."
"There was someone in there."
"So, where's the alarm?"
Ayel shuffled into the kitchen in time to be barrelled into by her younger sister. "Tiff!" The blonde woman recovered by grabbing on to the counter. "Watch where you're going!"
"Move it, old timer." Ayel's younger sister, Tiffany, finished off her slice of toast. "You know better than to stand there." The redhead dashed out of the kitchen, then poked her head back in the doorway. "I need the van tonight."
"What for?" Ayel poured herself a mug of coffee.
"Hot monkey sex, why else?" Tiffany rolled her eyes. "None of your business, Am."
"Tiffany, really." Their mother's voice carried in from the living room.
"Sorry, Mom." The redhead's tone turned contrite.
"And I need the van today." Janet Lindeman stepped into the kitchen. "I'll drive you to school, Tiff. Ayel, do you need to get anywhere this morning?"
Ayel added cream and sugar to her coffee. "I'm good. I've got the day off, so," she looked down at her pajamas, "I'm going to take it easy."
Janet dishevelled her daughter's hair. "Try to get dressed at some point, dear." She filled a travel mug with coffee, emptying the pot.
Tiffany returned to the kitchen. "I like the look." She reached for her sister's hair.